Eight-year-old little Celestial Master: Catching ghosts was broadcast live on the entire Internet

At first, Zhang Tianling was quite apprehensive, but as time passed, seeing that the old man didn't find anything, he slowly relaxed.

Fortunately, the system is hidden deep enough that no one can see the clues.

"Grandpa, this string of Buddhist beads of yours is so beautiful!" The immature children's voice came out of Zhang Tianling's mouth.

"Hehe, the child has some insight and knows Buddha beads."

After some unsuccessful investigation, Wu Guoguang had a conclusion in his heart.

Looking at the innocent Zhang Tianling, he explained: "It's just that this thing does not belong to Buddhism, but my Taoist magic weapon, called 'Liuzhu', you have to remember it." "

Oh, that's what it's called." Zhang Tianling's eyes widened.

"Okay, you can rest here for a while, and a doctor will take you for a check-up later."

"Uh-huh, thank you grandpa!"

Seeing Wu Guoguang turn around and leave, the stone hanging in Zhang Tianling's heart could be regarded as letting go, and he stretched comfortably.

After all, this was the first time he had close contact with a Taoist Heavenly Master.

Since I came into this world, the only way to understand this group of people is to read newspapers and watch TV.

Seeing real people today, as well as genuine magic weapons, I am still a little excited to think about it.

Ritual Weapons... I don't know when the system will reward me with one...

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianling couldn't help but feel uneasy again.

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In the stairwell on a certain floor, Wu Guoguang stroked his beard, and Shen Yongfeng waited anxiously on the side.

After a long time, Wu Guoguang said slowly: "I think this child was 'transferred' by a certain master." "

Soul transfer?" Shen Yongfeng frowned, "Could it be..."

"That's right, it's one of the Taoist forbidden techniques, soul transfer."

"As far as I know, this kind of evil art has long been lost, and I haven't heard of anyone cultivating it in recent years."

"The world is so big, how can it be just 'heard'?"

Wu Guoguang glared, frightened Shen Yongfeng hurriedly lowered his body; Raised his hand slightly, revealing the black beads he was wearing on his wrist: "That dojo and the Five Thunder Fa are definitely not from the hands of children, otherwise I, the 'Che Mingzhu', will definitely be able to see through his emptiness and reality." Shen

Yongfeng said again and again that Master Wu's magic weapon is a well-known treasure in Shu, and it has the ability to understand spiritual power and ghosts.

No matter how profound the disguise is, it can't escape Che Mingzhu's "magic eye".

"In my opinion, maybe it was a master from outside the world who sensed the appearance of the ghost king, so he moved his soul to the little doll's body and cast a spell to keep one side safe." Shen Yongfeng cautiously expressed his opinion.

Although Shen Yongfeng has a good status on the surface as the director of the Abnormal Energy Bureau, in the final analysis, this organization still relies on the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

He is a dignified director, and to put it bluntly, he is a little ghost who uses people's tokens to act for others.

The status is naturally not as good as the Taoist masters in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Shen Yongfeng's point of view was affirmed by Wu Guoguang.

After pondering for a while, he said: "That's it, for the sake of safety, you first take Zhang Tianling back to the Ability Bureau for a few days of observation, and then send some elites to secretly investigate whether there are any suspicious people in the city."

If one of these two things goes wrong, you have to notify me immediately, understand? "

Understood, understood..."Shen Yongfeng nodded and said.

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In the back of the spacious off-road vehicle, Zhang Tianling tilted his small head and looked at the city through the car window.

Tianhai City, he has been here for two years, and he has been living in the suburbs with his mother, and he has never been to such a prosperous area.

Half an hour ago, he said goodbye to his crying mother and followed a group of agents to the headquarters of the Extraordinary Powers Bureau.

He wanted to refuse, but the reality was that no one would give an eight-year-old a choice.

If you want to create the image of an innocent child, you must obediently listen to adults.

What's more, he didn't want to add to his mother's troubles.

Let them look it up, my system isn't that easy to expose...